philmayfield

I’m surprised that with all the press present, presumably with high powered cameras, we haven’t yet seen a picture of one of the so called drones.

C'mon then - picture!

I rember rugger at Mellish. A raw wind used to blow over the frosted field in the winter. Unlike soccer, rugger is very much a stop and start game with regular intervals for scrums and lineouts so there was lots of hanging around getting frozen. The games master would be wearing a thick overcoat with scarf and gloves. I hated it. Further up the school, when I had the option, I chose cross country running where at least you were moving all the time. I became school champion and was selected to run for the county. Not bragging!

Yes, and you were in trouble if you kept your vest on under your shirt. You had to put your hands under the hot tap to bring the feeling back. Softies these days.

..........and then there’s the long treck to Boots in Thurso to get them developed. You’re a worthy winner!

Nice pictures. But as only about six people live in Caithness you did stand a fair chance of them being selected!

I used Arnold library when I was a child. That was a magnificent red sandstone Victorian building. The inside was just like a 'proper' library should be. Everyone talked in whispers! Another elegant building demolished to make way for a concrete monstrosity firstly for Sainsburys and now Wilkos.

Thats the joy of living out in the sticks - just dress scruffy. If I come to Bulwell however ......................

Can reliably confirm it was Tollerton Flying Club.

Yes Lizzie, I agree. I remember seeing strippers there one Thursday night after night flying!

Can't remember seeing a name outside. It was run by a chap called Arthur (?) Bingham and his wife. His brother ran the Edwalton Hall Hotel. I'm seeing a couple of my old flying friends tonight. I'll see if they can remember. Edit. Just had a thought - I think it might have been Tollerton Country Club or the Tollerton Flying Club - not to be confused with the Sherwood Flying Club next door.

Maville Works on Beech Avenue used to be occupied by Gold and Dunn the furnishers. I remember my parents buying from them when we lived in Woodthorpe.

I knew a chap in a nearby village who, amongst other things, maintained all the clocks at Players. Bob Coote. Long gone now of course but did anyone know him?

‘She keeps a good step!’ That was the highest accolade given to a housewife!

Those were the days!

Not my strong point I must confess!

It looks like you’ve had relations in lots of places Ben - not to mention lots of relatives.

Join but don’t make any of your details public.

I think the Wheelhouse you were referring to might have been Chick Wheelhouse the car dealer. He had a sales pitch and filling station on The Plains almost opposite the Gedling Miners' Welfare. He tended to specialise in sports cars and the more exotic. I used to fuel up my Healy Sprite there on my way home from work in the 60's and we talked cars. He later moved to Gorse Hill Garage further along the road near to Spring Lane where he had a Lotus dealership. I recollect a test drive there although I never actually bought a Lotus until I was 70! (my birthday present to myself). He then moved to

I hope he washes his hands first!

Last time I saw Peter Wright he was landlord of The Air Hostess at Tollerton and Ant was a plumber. Joseph may have started at Canning Circus but he definitely was at the bottom of Market St. later. I remember his neon sign. He and Hans were friends of my aunt and uncle. Joseph was gay before it became fashionable!

Yes, Margie, I remember all of those people. The last time I saw Julian Packer was when we both ran for Notts in the national cross country championships around 1960. We reminisced about primary school days on the coach to Birkenhead. My aunt and uncle, the Burtons lived at no.4. He was a coal merchant. At the very far end was a chap called Langford who was a scoutmaster and Sunday school teacher. He worked at Leyland Office Equipment. Also along there was Henry Swain, the County Architect. Next door to the Packers lived two Polish immigrants, Hans and Joseph. Hans repaired timepieces and Jose

As I recollect Margie the trucks went around a wheel as they were on a continual loop. It’s so long ago that I can’t remember the full details. I do recollect that my cousin, Peggy Burton, who lived at 4 Greys Rd. did keep a pony on Breckhill Fields during the summer months. In the winter it lived in stable at he back of a house on the street opposite the Methodist Chapel on the Plains. It used to pull a trap which took us at full pelt along the Plains towards the Travellers Rest and back! She sometimes collected me from Arno Vale on the pony and I went back for tea.

As I remember the clay carrying trucks were drawn by a cable which was driven by a motor at the brickworks end on Mapperley top. At the Breckhill end the trucks moved round a revolving turntable thereby changing direction. In the 50's the clay was mined on the far side of Woodthorpe Drive and put into the trucks. The Breckhill field side was a hill sloping down to Melbury Rd. which provided a twisting sledging track around the thorn bushes in a snowy winter. It was a dangerous run and there were some nasty accidents.

It took some time staring and screwing up my eyes but yes - a giraffe in 3D!